I love living near Lake Michigan.  Having lived for many years in Manhattan, I was often near water, but rivers can’t compare to this huge lake that still reminds me of an ocean. The masquerade continues for me every time I see its waves crashing on to the beach.  I am fascinated how they are unstoppable and ever-present, filled with energy and what seems like emotion, sometimes playful and sometimes angry.

Yesterday morning the waves were positively alive.

Winter Waves